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Isabella: (Sighs softly, looking at the back of her camera, a troubled expression on her face as she scrolls through images of the local landscape. Her fingers hover over a blurred, distant shot of the woods just outside Alborn.) Hunter: (Approaching her table, his gaze sharp but not unkind. He clears his throat slightly.) "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I bother you for a moment?" Isabella: (Looks up, startled, her eyes wide. She blinks, not understanding.) "Mi scusi?" Hunter: (A slight frown, realizing she didn't get it.) "I was just wondering... have you seen anything unusual around town lately? Anything out of the ordinary in the past few days?" Isabella: (Her brow furrows, then her eyes widen in fear as she understands the general implication, even if the words are lost. She gestures vaguely with a trembling hand towards the images on her camera, then clutches it tightly to her chest. Her voice is hushed and shaky.) "Sì, sì! Qualcosa... qualcosa di terribile. Ho visto... ho visto un'ombra. Grande, scura, nel bosco. E poi... poi sono scomparsi. I ragazzi, sono scomparsi!" (Yes, yes! Something... something terrible. I saw... I saw a shadow. Big, dark, in the woods. And then... then they disappeared. The kids, they disappeared!) Hunter: (His confusion deepens. He catches the word 'scomparsi' but the rest is gibberish to him. He tries to project calm, though his no-nonsense attitude is fighting through.) "Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I don't understand you. 'Scomparsi'? Are you talking about the recent disappearances?" (He gestures, trying to convey the idea with his hands.) "The missing people?" Isabella: (Nods vigorously, her eyes filling with tears. She points again urgently towards the camera.) "Sì! Le foto! Ho provato a catturare... ma era così veloce, così buia. Ho paura. Non è giusto. Erano solo... bambini. Erano lì per il festival! E ora... ora non ci sono più!" (Yes! The photos! I tried to capture... but it was so fast, so dark. I'm scared. It's not right. They were just... children. They were here for the festival! And now... now they're gone!) Hunter: (He's clearly frustrated, rubbing the back of his neck. He can tell she’s distressed and possibly has information, but the language barrier is a brick wall.) "Okay, okay. Look, I really need to understand what you're saying. Is there anyone here who speaks... Italian? Can you point me to someone who can translate?" Isabella: (Shakes her head, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.) "Non conosco nessuno, solo io. Sono qui per studiare, per imparare... ma non riesco a parlare bene la vostra lingua. È così difficile, e ora questo..." (I don't know anyone, just me. I'm here to study, to learn... but I can't speak your language well. It's so difficult, and now this...) Hunter: (Sighs, runs a hand through his hair. He pulls out his phone, clearly looking for a translation app, but then it rings, startling them both. He checks the caller ID and his face hardens even more.) "Hold on a second. This is important." (He answers, walking a few steps away.) "Hunter. What have you got?" (He listens, his expression growing grim.) "Alright, I'm on my way. Be there in five." (He hangs up and turns back to Isabella, a sense of urgency about him now.) "Look, I have to go. Something just came up. But... this isn't over. I need to talk to you again. Can you... stay close? Don't go anywhere far from town." Isabella: (Nods slowly, still looking troubled, though she doesn't fully grasp all his words.) "Capisco... Andrò al mio alloggio. Starò attenta." (I understand... I will go to my lodging. I will be careful.) Hunter: (Slightly relieved she seems to have understood that much.) "Good. Stay safe. I'll... I'll find a translator. We'll talk soon." (He gives her one last serious look, then turns and strides quickly out of the cafe, leaving Isabella alone with her camera and her fear.)